Friday, July 30, 2010
And I'm seen as a love pariah
My eyes only seem to see
His face in a blank space
Even when the world is spinning around
And my thoughts are partially clouded
My every memory of him stays intact
Like yarns spun into a tight ball
Just when I was wondering
How long my mind would keep wandering
To the times we had fun as friends
And pretending that it didnt matter
If thats all we would ever be
He showed up at my doorstep
And says "will you be mine, exclusively"?
Hurray! the wilderness days are over
For finally, we've taken the next step
That every one wishes for
At one point in their life.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
On a cold weekday evening
And raindrops are trickling down the glass louvers.
Johnny Gill’s “My My My”
Plays softly in the background
As you caress my cheeks
And leave a trail of passionate kisses
That send waves of pleasure
Along my already shivering spine
You smile in surprise
As my innocence blows your mind
And your attitude excites me.
Goodness! I’m addicted to you
Like a junkie is to heroin
And I don’t even need
A needle & syringe
To get me high
So baby, hold me tight
And take me to my happy place
Cus I’m ready for another dosage
Of this drug called love….
Monday, July 12, 2010
Its another weekday evening and whilst everyone else is probably sipping wine and relaxing after a long day at work, having dinner out with friends, or talking to their significant others about the hectic happenings that occurred during the day, here I am, listening to JD’s discovery, Dondria’s single “ You’re the one”, and staring at the blank document page on my laptop.
Listening to the lyrics of the song got me thinking. Yep, my mind is simultaneously playing a constant roll of memories and trying to find reasons behind each memory. How do you determine who “the one” is? Do we look for people who are uncharacteristically thoughtful, or people who are considerate of our feelings and continue to tolerate us when we are being selfish, mean and complete jerks at the same time.
I sometimes ask my friends, “How do you know that this one person is the one you are supposed to spend the rest of your existence on this earth with?” Are there specific signs or is it just a feeling that can’t be controlled? Well guess what, none of my friends have ever given any other answer apart from “You just know”.
Lets face it: My love life is pretty much a giant crap show. I’ve had my heart ripped out of my chest one too many times. So, after failed relationships which started with the conviction that those guys, at various points in time were supposed to be “the one for me”. I’m sure anyone can understand why I’m asking these questions… Or? What do you say, person reading this post?
I would sometimes lie in bed at night, hoping and praying that my ex would call and make a confession of remorse for hurting my feelings but, I finally realized that it was just a waste of time on someone who probably isn’t great for me. After all, it seemed he always had time for every other thing but me.
Personally, I believe that in love the other person must be your priority and vice versa. So why allow someone in your past to occupy a sizeable apartment in your brain? Totally pointless…
So for now, my heart is being be kept under lock and key… at least, till i find the “The One”.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
There are no words or ways to show
All the thoughts I’m thinking of…
I reflect on my past actions
Oh! the crazy things I did
Just to show my passion
You were all I always wanted
Everything I thought I needed
I’m sure I reinvented the true meaning
Of what people call a yearning
But then you left
And it felt like the sun
Was taken from my sky
I must confess I’m still confused
And can’t help but feel used
Tell me why I had to pay the wrong price
For falling deeply for you
They say time heals the wounds
So why do mine still feel new?
Why does my heart still skip a beat
Anytime I hear your name
Why does my body spontaneously tremble
Anytime I smell your sweet perfume?
I cried for many nights
Till my reservoir of tears was totally depleted
I prayed that you would come back
And fantasized for hours on end
About a love that wasn’t real
And a past, not to be revived
But tonight as I sit in my quiet bedroom
Smiling and typing away on these little keys
I realize one positive thing
In this whirlwind of negative emotions…
That which doesn’t kill you
Makes you stronger
After the tears have dried.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Two days ago, my elder sister came home with the look I know so well. Being the concerned and inquisitive last born of the family, I quickly asked her why she was looking so downcast. After a short sigh, she said “Someone stole my purse as I was alighting from the troski at 37”. Oh!
Fortunately for her, the only thing she had lost was GH¢50, since she doesn’t put her ATM cards and IDs in her wallet. As we talked about her loss, I shuddered to think of what I would have done if I had lost my purse (it has my two ATM cards and IDs)….
Now this happened as she was getting down from the troski. Several people at the bus stop were struggling to get on, so as she squeezed through the fighting would-be passengers, someone decided to earn a bonus by taking my dear sister’s purse (which in actuality was my favorite 5 yr old Dior purse).
When its 5pm in Accra, about 95% of businesses in Accra call it a day. However, we all know that the day ends when we get to our places of abode. And of course, in order to get home there are three things you have to deal with: Traffic, shortage of vehicles and the fact that the every worker in Accra also wants to get home. My brother, who goes through this ordeal every single day calls his struggle to get a vehicle a “Make or Break Deal”.
Why do we have to go through this everyday? As I tried to think of possible reasons for this troubling phenomenon, these were the few I could come up with:
- Too many cars on single-laned nightmares
- Inadequate roads
- Too few buses
- Lack of an efficient railway system
- Faulty traffic lights
Do you have anything else to add? I’m sure there are many more probable reasons that have failed to travel through my mind at the moment.
By the way, have you noticed that some thieves have also taken this problem as an opportunity to rob already frustrated people who haven’t gotten vehicles. They act like they are also struggling to get on the bus when in actual fact, they are slipping their fingers into people’s pockets and purses.
Some perverts also take the opportunity to squeeze people’s butts (A friend just told me of her experience as I was typing this)….. Oh Chaley!! And the rains are not helping matters at all…
The funny thing that some people do is to board the vehicle before asking for its destination. Eiii!!! Nsem wo Ghana…… Why go through all that stress only to find out that the car isn’t heading to your destination?
My sisters and brothers, finding transportation in Accra after 5pm is indeed… a make or break quest…..